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When no one is there,
when you're alone in your room,
close the door and burn the key,
shut up thelight of the moon.
When everyone's gone,
when t..
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short story; hatred is an ugly thing
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What did he do? What was the crime?
A fingerprint spotted will confirm at what time.
A lover, a rose, both dead at the scene.
A killer, a knife, th..
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It's heartbreaking, it's raining, it's pouring on me.
The weather is gloomy, though windows stain-free.
How is this so? And why should it be?
The s..
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Flying high, leaves up tomy knees, spirit in the air, no it's not fair.
I'm living a fantasy, in reality, it's misery. It's tragic, how pathetic.
Be..
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pissed
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A picture worth a thousand words
is a moment caught under an angel's tears
a lullaby snagged by the winds and limbs
the first song of the heavens y..
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Empty cigarette box,
worn out light-blue jeans,
torn uplucky shirt,
maybe its not what it seems,
every unlucky thing,
seems to be another bad day..
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Color is just color, and beauty is not reality,
appearance is not wise, though believingit is misery.
Reflections are illusions the way liars start ..
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I'mwastingmy breath,
andI'm wasting away,
two livesI can threaten,
is too many a day.
Ice is a monster,
I'mup andI'm down,
it's like breathing i..
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